Barrow Fields we were hoping for some romance

You're crazy, Branwen told her with a laugh; she, too, was only half-joking. The girl was proving as fiery as her own fur, for better or worse. She didn't necessarily mind it— no, it was charming, in a way. If she ignored the worry lingering in her chest like a stubborn third wheel. She nodded at Blixen's next words, surprised by the seriousness of the response but not enough to mention it.
No problem. I mean, someone has to keep you alive, right? She tried not to sound nervous, laughing again and turning her gaze towards the coast. So what's she look like, then? Unique in some way, I hope? Honestly, she really hoped— between her own luck and Blixen's reckless attitude, they were really best off getting back as soon as possible.